As Kasil spoke of Oriens, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. To this point, Pan had only heard of one god here, and that was Solis. Inkheart had told him about the god of day, but she hadn’t mentioned the others… so without the knowledge of the lore here, Pan had just gone on worshipping the wrong god and didn’t even know enough to know that he was wrong. Thinking of this now, his face paled a bit and he dropped his head lower, his voice a guilty whisper between his teeth. ”I didn’t know that there was a different god, here. I heard about Solis when I got here… and tried to be his friend. But now I hope that I didn’t make Oriens mad. Do you think he’ll punish me?”
Gulping down the fear of retribution, Pan’s mind wondered over the rest of what Kasil had said. In a way, the sovereign… the king… had offered him his heart’s desire. To roam, to learn, to explore. Nothing would bring the boy greater pleasure, and his heart leapt at the chance to see the world. Deciding at once that Dawn Court would be his home, especially if this was their policy for knowing things, he nodded emphatically at Kasil. ”I saw one other place… it’s Florentine’s home, my best friend. She lives at the Dusk Court, with Rannveig. They were kind to me.”
He knew instinctively that he belonged here, in this place of learning. He would go, see the world… but he would come back. Because even in his short life, Pan had learned the value of home, and the value of family. Kasil, he immediately thought of us a brother figure. Oriens, perhaps a father. And Pan would want to do them proud… he would make sure of it.
”I won’t let you down.” He offered, genuinely. ”I will be a good vessel for the Dawn Court – you’ll see. For Oriens too.” For this was what Pan was born to do. To go forth, to bring people together, to spread his love and zest for life. And, reporting to the heart of knowledge and wisdom didn’t sound half bad either. Pan was an excellent student – curious and bright. He’d been working on his reading – first with Serket in the temples, and later with Tarquin. More than anything, the boy wanted to know everything there was to know… and if he stayed young forever, he knew he’d have a lifetime to do so.
”Should I tell them anything, when I go? Do you want me to spread any message for the Dawn Court?”
Gulping down the fear of retribution, Pan’s mind wondered over the rest of what Kasil had said. In a way, the sovereign… the king… had offered him his heart’s desire. To roam, to learn, to explore. Nothing would bring the boy greater pleasure, and his heart leapt at the chance to see the world. Deciding at once that Dawn Court would be his home, especially if this was their policy for knowing things, he nodded emphatically at Kasil. ”I saw one other place… it’s Florentine’s home, my best friend. She lives at the Dusk Court, with Rannveig. They were kind to me.”
He knew instinctively that he belonged here, in this place of learning. He would go, see the world… but he would come back. Because even in his short life, Pan had learned the value of home, and the value of family. Kasil, he immediately thought of us a brother figure. Oriens, perhaps a father. And Pan would want to do them proud… he would make sure of it.
”I won’t let you down.” He offered, genuinely. ”I will be a good vessel for the Dawn Court – you’ll see. For Oriens too.” For this was what Pan was born to do. To go forth, to bring people together, to spread his love and zest for life. And, reporting to the heart of knowledge and wisdom didn’t sound half bad either. Pan was an excellent student – curious and bright. He’d been working on his reading – first with Serket in the temples, and later with Tarquin. More than anything, the boy wanted to know everything there was to know… and if he stayed young forever, he knew he’d have a lifetime to do so.
”Should I tell them anything, when I go? Do you want me to spread any message for the Dawn Court?”
Pan
Dawn Court
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